This... has been in my drafts... for MONTHS. Enjoy it, please.
SAGAU au where MC is the Creator but everyone in Teyvat has no clue what she looks or sounds like and mistakes the Imposter, who is a guy, as the Creator.
Oh, and MC is a mom too, so let's go!!!
It was never on MC's bucket list to be a single mom before she was even thirty, but life can throw curve balls at you
So, one bad break up, and nine rather rough months later, she had a fussy but adorable baby girl in her arms.
Sylvie, her precious little one, was a surprise, but a good surprise in MC's honest opinion.
However not all surprises are that pleasant, as MC eventually learns.
Case in point... Waking up with in Genshin Impact and learning it's a SAGAU au.
MC used to play Genshin a lot before she had Sylvie but had to cut back entirely as she had to focus on taking care of this little life now.
But when ever she had free time, she lazes around on Tumblr, reading this and that, and learned about the SAGAU part of the Genshin fandom.
She knew of the bases. If one has gold blood, they are the Creator, however in most if not all SAGAU aus, the Creator is immediately dubbed the Imposter, thus chased and usually killed in a brutal manor.
Looking down at her hand, at the finger she just pricked by accident, she sees not red blood, but gold blood come dripping out of the wound.
Adding to the growing panic, Sylvie whimpers, making MC realize that if she gets called the Imposter, Sylvie would suffer too.
MC was all like "Fuck that!", the real Imposter could have the throne for all she cared! But here's the thing... no one seemed to know what the Creator looked like.
MC learns this when she warily approaches Liyue Harbour and sees a newly made statue near the Harbour. It was a man, smiling brightly and looking heroic.
From what she could understand and hear, the Creator himself arrived not too long ago, showing off his true form for the first time.
But all that didn't matter to MC. All that mattered was that she wouldn't be accused of being the Imposter since she didn't look anything like the false Creator.
Add in she was female, and he male, and she knew things would be fine. All MC needed to do now was get settled in her new life with Sylvie and keep her head low.
And of course, make sure she and Sylvie never bled around strangers.
It shouldn't be too hard... right?
Well... fast forward a whole year later, and MC could only stare with fondness as Zhongli sat on the floor of her living room, seemingly in the middle of a story, with Sylvie sitting comfortably on his lap and listening attentively.
How on earth did this even happen?
Let's go back to the beginning...
...Despite her reservations of her current situation, MC somehow quickly manages to land a job at a small tea shop.
It was a hidden, hole-in-the-wall little place that was run by a kindly old woman who took one look at MC and her toddler daughter and hustles the two of them inside, giving the young mother a job on the spot.
She even let MC and Sylvie stay in the small loft upstairs. It was a small but simple apartment, just right size for a family of two.
And that was that. MC would wake early to open the shop, letting the other workers in, and when it was time to close, she would lock up and head upstairs.
MC was even allowed to bring Sylvie with her while she worked. One of the few workers even set up a small playpen for her behind the counter so Sylvie would be close.
A couple of weeks past, and MC was settling in slowly but surely.
With this not being like most stereotypical SAGAU aus, MC could just kick back and relax-
A bell jingles, signaling someone had entered the shop, and MC feels her soul nearly leave her body as she recognizes who it was.
Zhongli?! What the hell was the Geo daddy Archon doing in this part of Liyue?!
Oh no, she read enough SAGAU fics to know he was the worse out of all the characters! He must have-
All he does is ask for a cup of their best tea and a small snack before sitting down to enjoy his treats.
...Ok. She needed to calm down. She was safe. This wasn't a normal SAGAU au. He wasn't going to attack her. Hell, he had no clue who she really was!
After calming herself, MC watches Zhongli leave and thinks it was a one-off thing. He wouldn't come back.
He does come back. Again, and again, and again.
And each time he visits, he starts to chat with MC a little more each time, which makes MC suspicious, but her elderly boss and fellow coworkers think it's something else.
They think he's interested in her!
No! No, he isn't interested in her, he's just talking to her while she got his tea ready, making small talk to make time run faster!
He. Wasn't. Flirting. With. Her!
But the Geo Archon still kept coming back, making MC eventually realize with a flustered blush that, yes, he was flirting with her in his odd, but mysterious way.
It only really hits MC when he brought her not only a bouquet of Glaze Lilies one day, but also a small plush toy for Sylvie, showing he wasn't just showering MC in affection but also her daughter.
The plush toy nearly made her giggle because it was chunky, chibi version of Zhongli's Exuvia form.
Sylvie absolutely loves the toy. She's never seen without as she toddles around the tea shop with it in her arms.
As for MC... she looks up from the bouquet of Glaze Lilies and gazes back Zhongli, who looks at her patiently as he waits for her answer.
Despite knowing it was probably a horrible idea, MC shyly says yes.
That one word seems to unleash a beast as soon MC finds herself under fire of constant gifts and all-around affection from the Geo Archon.
Sylvie was of course not ignored, as Zhongli showered the toddler with affection as well, acting more and more like a father to the little one.
It’s in the little moments; like Zhongli awkwardly bending forward to hold the toddler's hand as they walk, or when he gently coaxes Sylvie to eat another spoonful of mashed peas with a lecture on how it will be good for her health.
And on some nights when Sylvie refuses to sleep despite MC trying everything, they visit Third-Round Knockout where Zhongli will always be.
The toddler quickly falls asleep in Zhongli’s arms, drooling into the expensive material of his suit as they listen to Iron Tongue Tian recount another grand story of Rex Lapis.
Its moments like these that makes MC lower her guard more and more... only to nearly have a heart attack when the false Creator stopped by to talk to Zhongli.
The false Creator was over the top, emulating pure charisma as he spoke to Zhongli, even throwing MC a flirtatious wink, making her skin crawl.
The feeling only grew worse when he comments on how adorable Sylvie was, and it took every ounce of her will not to flinch and run away.
MC didn't want to be near him. What if he learns that she was the real Creator? He'd probably have her executed as some sort of heretic, making up lies and such before she could even show her golden blood, and sweep it all under the rug.
And what about Sylvie? What would happen to her?!
Zhongli coughs then, getting the other man's attention, and saying he needed to get his intended and their daughter home before nightfall.
MC feels relief at Zhongli's actions, and a slight blush forms on her face as she hears the subtle possessiveness in his words.
Really, it was funny. She was with possibly the scariest character to be with in a SAGAU au, and yet she felt the safest with him...
But of course, things happen. Mistakes are made.
One night in her apartment, MC was in the kitchen cooking diner while Zhongli was playing with Sylvie, the toddler squealing happily as she toddles away from the 'dragon' chasing her.
MC smiles as she hears Zhongli growl playfully, acting the part of the dragon as he finally catches a giggling Sylvie.
But in her distracted state, MC accidentally cuts herself with the knife she was holding, causing her to yelp and drop everything.
Clutching her hand, she panics as gold blood drops out and onto the floor besides the gold splattered knife.
No, no! She needs to clean up before Zhongli-
"Dearest? Are you al... right?"
MC freezes, before slowly looking up at Zhongli who stood by the kitchen doorway, his eyes zeroed in on her bleeding hand... and MC just breaks down crying on the spot.
She was crying, begging him not to hurt her and Sylvie, that she didn't mean to lie, that she was scared-
Zhongli, to her shock, just shushes her with gentle words and bandages her hand before taking her to the living room where he tells her sit and wait as he puts Sylvie to bed.
What follows is MC timidly explaining the truth. How she woke up in Teyvat (of course she doesn't mention about Genshin being a game, so-), realizing she now had golden blood, about the so-called Creator already on the throne, etc.
Zhongli stays quiet throughout her whole explanation, only speaking once she finished.
"...So, he lied to us all."
MC shivers in fear as she sees pure, utter rage in the Geo Archon's eyes. By the look alone made MC wonder if he was going to kill the false Creator.
Thankfully, MC somehow manages to coax him put down his polearm and sit down beside her again, letting him pull her into a tight hug.
He was still pissed, that much was sure, but what worried MC now was how he saw their relationship now.
She knew he originally had a deep respect and worship for the false Creator so with the truth now known, would he see her differently?
As it would turn out, not really?
He still treated her the same as he did before. He didn't treat her as the Creator or some higher being. She was still the same lovely, single mother met a year prior in that hole-in-the-wall tea shop.
It brought her relief, but she couldn't help but ask. Why hasn't he told anyone else about her situation yet? Or at least has the truth about false Creator revealed?
Zhongli would just smile that mysterious smile, kissing her gently, and murmurers that he knew she wasn't comfortable with the idea yet as he knew she was worried about Sylvie and how she'll be affected by everything, so he'll wait until their daughter was a bit older.
MC smiles softly at him calling Sylvie their daughter. She really had hit the jackpot with this man, didn't she.
With worries about the future pushed aside for now, MC just kicks back and relaxes with her family. With Sylvie napping between them, MC easily falls asleep in Zhongli's arms...
Extra Notes - A bonus ending of sorts
The temple of the almighty Creator was loud as usual, with worshipers and workers coming and going, hoping to see the Creator in the flesh.
Zhongli easily slips in as he was one of the Creator's most loyal follower along with his fellow Archon's. So, it wasn't uncommon for him to come by to speak with the Creator.
But this wasn't a house visit. This wasn't going to be some friendly chat between friends, or between a worshiper and his God.
Entering the throne room, Zhongli's face darkens for a split second when he hears the booming laughter of the false Creator
Schooling his expression, he walks up to the false Creator, greeting him with a smile and asks if they could speak in private.
The false Creator smiles boyishly, not once noticing Zhongli's lies as he agrees and follows the Geo Archon away from other's sight.
Once alone, Zhongli drops the friendly expression, confusing the false Creator greatly as the element of Geo begins to pulsate around Zhongli in waves.
"I'll make this quick. I know who you are, you liar."
All color drains from the false Creator's face as he stumbles back, clearly very terrified and confused as to how Zhongli found out.
Zhongli only continues talking, his expression only darkening still as he summons his polearm, twirling it lazily in his hands as draconic eyes followed the pathetic form of the false Creator.
"Make a fool of me and my nation? I should smite you where you stand, but... how about this? Let's make a contract..."
Imagine, self aware lads au, but with a mix of.. creator au like in genshin and honkai star rail?
Imagine, You, a college student that almost finished your last year. A smart, beautiful and talented person you are. (im tired with depressed reader, i need some perfect reader stereotype guys), yet you are interested with this popular game in your campus, love and deepspace. You are not that oblivious with the game anw
Imagine, you, tried to play the game. You were having fun, to see handsome and gentlemen guy (not like those boys who tried to approach you and ask you on a date).
Imagine, you, one day, playing the game, and the game started to be weird— like wtf you mean you know what i wear today?? You are scared that your game is going to be like the self aware au at ao3, wattpad or tumblr—
Imagine, you, one day, you are asleep in your study desk. Only for you to wake up at nowhere like in N109 zone or whatever place you at.
Imagine, you, being the self aware itself to know that you stuck in a otome game, and they are in fact self aware— search a job.
Imagine, you, found a job at some café (you have some sense of survival, and you are typically not the oblivious type).
Imagine, you, one day, encountered with one of the love interest— or instead ALL of it in once????? You have a heart attack for sure. And they were like 'I/We found you, Creator." What in the SAGAU and SAHSRAU is this shit is???
Imagine, you, and those love interest— even the MC simping over you. Everyday, coming to the café just to flirt you and ask; "how are you doing, Mighty Creator?" Or simply asking you to leave the job bcs they can provide you and worship you much better.
Idk, but we are sure not going to have threesome only, we are going to SEVENSOME, or EIGHTSOME (counted with upcoming love interest later).
Im not going to write this shit, thx.
edit; new idea, make the player to have some abnormal features and power like silver hair and glowing eyes or whatever
gang imagine you ARE the creator but you just assumed that you are the imposter/you are being hunted as an imposter by the characters after you got isekaied but actually they all know you are the true creator and just want to bring you back but you keep running away from them...
You wander under the moonlight, your thoughts adrift like you.
How long have you been in Teyvat now? It feels like years, but the sun and moon have yet to pass that many times since your arrival. Your head feels heavy, and maybe that's why it feels so long.
Your ankle rolls against uneven ground and you don't bother to stop yourself from falling. You simply turn onto your back and stare at the moon's reflection. It's better to let your mind wander before you do.
You were… lucky. You were accepted with open, eager arms when you descended. There were no doubts, no threats, no need to run. It could have been worse.
You were a quick learner. You fell into place atop a pedestal quickly. What they asked, you gave. With your mind, sharp and caring, you found ways to help wherever you could.
You could make healing concoctions quicker than anyone. Your will strengthened warriors. You were ever giving, and the people were ever grateful. The world was still code, but you made that work too. You broke and rebuilt game mechanics into solutions. You resculpted the teapot mechanics to build homes and house those in need easily. You brought back the first purifying mechanic, allowing you to purify abyssal corruption with ease. Your work strengthened the world itself.
You did so much, but ultimately that was all you could. The foundations of the world were still built to limit you at every turn.
The people loved you. They do love you. You used to wonder if it was only because of what you did for them, even as the player. Sometimes you still wonder. You know, though, that's not the case. When you tell them that's all you can do, they thank you profusely and tell you it's more than enough. It made sense, really, given that the gods they worshipped were often just as human as them. They didn't expect you, you who lived as a human for so long, to be something far above that when your humanity was what made you fit for your role. They loved you all the same. Worshipped you. Many were even just… friendly to you, when you asked. Plenty are content to simply sit with you, listening to the world.
The love of the people made you wither even more under the gazes of the divine. They adore you, of course… but that doesn't ease the tightening in your chest whenever you catch a flash of disappointment in some of their gazes. They too were so human, and they expected something above that from you. They wanted you to be something beyond that so they could indulge in their flawed nature. But that wasn't what they received, and you could only give so much. No matter how much they asked, you could only give so much.
Your head turns at a rustling sound, and you see a Luonnotar. It floats a few feet away and turns back to you. With nothing else to do at the moment, you might as well follow it. You slowly get up from the ground and take a few careful steps forward. The fact it continues only to stop again confirms your suspicion that it wants you to follow it.
So you do. You absentmindedly follow its floating form until you reach the base of a cliff. You don't have to say anything for the Luonnotar to open the cave entrance. You don't have to think about it as you enter either. Hopping down, the wind carries you gently to the bottom.
Eyes half closed, you follow the movements of the Luonnotar until you reach the center of the underground flower field. You hear humming circling around you. This place is bright, but it's calm so you suppose you can't complain.
It's not until her song reaches its conclusion that the Damselette finally turns to address you. She hates strangers, but even with her distant nature she couldn't really call you one. So she supposed it's okay that you're here. "Hello."
"Hello, Columbina."
She nods. She knows you're not here to ask anything of her, and she has no intention of asking anything of you. Her pacing resumes along with her song. She may as well be ignoring you, but you don't mind.
You soon find yourself humming too. Surprisingly she doesn't stop. Your voices weave in and out with each other, creating a soft song of understanding. You know each other well despite never having met in person. The whispers you've heard of each other mean nothing when drowned out by this melody.
Watching her, you consider what she's done. She left behind the Frostmoon Scions, but you weren't sure you could be mad about it. Had she really abandoned them? Unlike many gods of both this world and yours, she never declared herself above anyone or demanded worship before doing so. She never asked to be anyone's deity. Staring at your hands, you find that you can't be mad at her for that.
The flowers here are nice. Her presence, silently coming to sit beside you, is nice. You won't stay here forever. Your desire to do so will pass. Eventually, somebody will come to find you, to whisk you back to the palace in the sky as they drape you in garments woven from devotion.
But until then, you're content to remain here, humming a song only the two of you know.
that time i, a workaholic, became the divine creator of genshin impact
One uneventful day, you opened your eyes to find yourself lying on a white altar in the Grand Temple of Celestia, AKA Teyvat. You are a divine being, your supposed worshippers tell you, and the creator of all life on Teyvat. They then proceed to try and spoil you out of your goddamn mind, serving you, giving away national treasures, and even sending deities to your bed.
However, you, being a certified workaholic, take the managerial responsibilities of your new position seriously. Finally, after improving the Irminsul Tree's gardening conditions, installing new international travel regulations at the Abyss, and rewriting the Heavenly Principles Code of Conduct, you, Teyvat's beloved Divine Creator, finally remember to come back to your temple to take a nap---only to find a strange person lying on the sacred altar.
You: So it was actually a mishire… Got it.
After retiring as Teyvat's Divine Creator, you live a fairly simple life, working tirelessly to get the forgotten city of Khaenri'ah back on its feet. Unfortunately, due to some misunderstandings on your resume, you've become the pagan deity of the Abyss that even the royal family pays respects to. However, since your coworkers don't seem to care, you figure it's nothing all that serious.
One day, while diligently braising the Abyss's Dark Currents in your family's 100%-satisfaction-guaranteed homemade stain remover, you encounter your coworkers from your previous workplace. Seeing that there was no HR department in Celestia, you'd opted to see yourself out with a handwritten resignation letter upon discovering you'd been accidentally hired under the wrong identity. After all, it'd be awkward to try and explain the situation in person. That being said, since you've formally resigned, you figure you should at least make an attempt to maintain your old network.
Except when you actually see them:
The guy who you'd thought was the Creator's secretary gets on his knees to gently grasp your hands, "Esteemed wife, forgive me for not being able to accompany you sooner"--
The eccentric bodyguard you'd treated as a newly hired recent college graduate kisses you with crazed eyes and a bloodstained smile, "Don't worry, all of the bugs have been taken care of, darling"--
Even the playful "Uber driver" with plucky tastes in music came to circle his arms around your waist, voice humming in your ear, "You sure led us on a grand chase around the continent, wifey dear~ Now, are you ready to come home?"---
You: ??? Who are you talking to? It can't be me, right??
After some discussion, you manage to clear up the misunderstanding. It turns out the new employee was the real mishire, and someone outside the department had interfered to bring in fresh talent.
This was an unfortunate misunderstanding. However, given that your current work contact had yet to expire, you wanted to stay until the end of the year before submitting your two-week notice to your boss. The group of former coworkers, whose marriage paperwork you had apparently signed off on at the height of a four-day all-nighter and then forgotten about entirely the next day, reluctantly agreed to this, but seeing that there had been no marriage ceremony due to your hectic work schedule, insisted on consummating the marriage while you lived together in the Abyss.
Just when you start to fear that your long-repressed instincts will be reawakened, your current boss, and the man who'd hired you for the redevelopment project after examining your resume as Teyvat's former Creator, bursts into the room with a sword in hand---
"You're under arrest for identity theft, illegal immigration, and sexual harrassment of the Empress of Khaenri'ah---"
Turns out, it wasn't that they didn't care people thought you were a goddess, it was that your real identity had been elevated to the mortal equivalent a long time ago!
You: Forget it. Might as well get back to work.
Thus, begins the cold war between the divine and godless, as they battle for your time and affection...but mostly your time...
All of Teyvat, including the Abyss: Divine Creator, please stop working!
You: The 996 is a divine decree, it cannot be violated, stopped, or delayed. Please don't bother me before, during, or after work hours!
just a funny little jab at the imposter au. follows common themes of SAGAU that i've scene on tumblr, but i will clarify, for the nitpicks, that this IS technically SAGAU since i hc that the 'creator' is actually just a player randomly summoned by the archons to serve as a god.
this is not the archon's first time summoning a 'creator', though it IS the first time they've found a satisfactory one. the shmuck who got accidentally summoned after the protagonist is just the product of the automatic summoning ritual they forgot to turn off.
also just throwing this out there but one thing i always found super unrealistic about imposter AUs is that like...do you honestly believe freaking morax, god of war who sacrified however many friends and good, loyal followers to keep liyue afloat, would honestly tolerate serving a selfish and cruel 'creator'? or that barbatos, who witnessed mondsadt be built on the blood of his best friend, whose absence he literally has not stopped grieving to this day, would let anyone that dnagerous hover anywhere near his city?
so yes, they do regularly kill off 'creators' they aren't satisfied with. i imagine beginning chaps with switched-off POVs where there's murderous tension on the archon's side. and then comical relief bc there's nothing in our mc's head except the next task ahead, which then increases once the murder vibes r done bc now the 'servants' wanna bag her but she's completely hyperfocused on working LOL
Would any of you read a Creator AU series? One of the few AUs I’ve been obsessed with and I have sooooo many ideas 😫😫 Isekai stuff, trying to hide their actual identity etc etc (and so much more I’ve brewed up in my head) lmk!! Because I’ve been thinking so much about this
A/N: As per request, and a high demand, this is like a part of the Creator!Reader AU drabble I wrote some time ago! Though there is a mention about a gender in the end, since the Creator/God of Teyvat could change genders/ forms if wanted, I didn't see a problem with that one!
A/N: PLEASE SEND ME SOME NEUVI NEUVI FLUFF REQUESTS ( especially papa ones with melusines) I'M BEGGING! THIS ONE TOOK A HUGE TOLL ON ME LOL AND BECAUSE MY MIND ONLY WORKS FOR ANGST AND LORE THESE DAYS, I NEED A DISTRACTION-
Warnings: THIS SHIT IS LONG, LIKE VERY! Hints, not so much now, of Neuvi Neuvi being the Hydro Dragon and the Sovereign, hints of past abuse and violence but not detailed, reader being a simp in general
Part1
Ever since coming to the nation of justice, and obviusly water, you had never felt such immense comfort and safety at the mostly silent city, with water sounds mixing. After running away from almost all the nations with the exception of Sumeru, Snezhnaya, Natlan and of course Fontaine whose eyes weren't blinded by anything and rather listened to you, sheltered you and gave you friends after being on the wild all on your own...
The calm and safety you felt was weird.
After all, it wasn't you who asked to be the Creator of this game you loved dearly. You were just a simple, non-important human in your world. Going to school and work, study, try to stay alive, make food for yourself, sleep and repeat the cycle...
And suddenly, you were the "Beloved" Creator of all these characters? But they still hunted you down and there were a few who supported you?? And now you were playing with the tiny and adorable melusines by the pond while being married with the one you loved?
You would have said bullshit on Earth but now, as you giggled at the many melusines fighting for your attention while one of the much younger ones laid between your arms with short and warm breaths fanning your neck softly...
Maybe all the trouble you went through was worth it.
"I want to braid Their Grace's hair!"
"You already did it yesterday, and the day before that too!"
You watched as Puca and Serene bickered together, both of them pushing the other away behind you and tugging on your hair rather harshly without realizing from time to time. You already knew that wincing would make things worse, since they were all so fond of you that they hated the idea of inflicting you with any kind of pain and would wail which would later leave you with hundreds of melusines to comfort with an awkward smile.
It had gotten bad especially after the eldest of them told how "bad things" happened to you... but now You had them and their "papa" and were happier than ever!
"Their Grace will have a date with Monsieur Neuvillette~ So, let's stop bickering and make Them even more pretty!" A fierce blush took over your whole face, warming your cheeks cutely as the younger melusines cooed and giggled, holding onto their hands together and jumping up and down excitedly at the fact that their "papa" and "Mama/dad" were going out like the spouses they saw on the streets of Fontaine. You didn't... exactly have a gender, and considering you appeared in different forms for safety to other nations, especially Inazuma and Liyue who had been... rather passionate about killing you, you would often come back to the loving embrace of your husband and daughters tired, completely forgetting about your form which was different than the one they always saw you.
It still made you stiffle laughs whenever you remembered the way the melusines gasped and looked at you and their papa snuggled under a blanket so lovingly like he always did with their mama/dad...
Poor things cried their eyes out because they thought Neuvilette was being unfaithful to you and didn't stop until they truly saw you and ran at you, never leaving your side at all and gave their papa nasty eyes... which made him also cry because he never thought of such thing happening, not when even his eyes wouldn't stray from your glowing body as you slotted your fingers with his, swinging your joined hands proudly while walking around the city with him next to you as he blushed and softly looked at you.
Not when his unbeating heart, after you disappeared, started to beat once again at your fragile form in the courtroom and he put his coat over your shivering form, eyes glossy with gratefulnes as you accepted it with shaky hands and a silent and meek thank you that pierced and squeezed his chest.
Not when he finally found his mate, his true love, though it was the Creator he always held affection for and waited for millenias for you to return back once more to grace him with your light.
No one could deny the obvious feelings between you and the Chief Justice who wouldn't be too far away from you ever since you entered the city and looked at him with fearful eyes, even when you two weren't courting yet alone being married. No one blamed you for your obvious fear, they caught wind of what happened and had a brief idea after all. So, instead, they acted kind to you and offered to tell you about themselves and the city after you begged them (which felt wrong because weren't they supposed to be on their knees for you?) to call you by your name and act normal. Through time, they saw how happier and more expressive you had become at the way they acted with you, often seeing you play with the children or help out Lady Furina with meetings, or just sit with them for a lunch as they talked about the latest gossips or trends...
Such as how the other nations were suffering because of the lack of your presence, and how theirs were flourishing even more as the days passed.
Even the people knew how jealous the other nations and their people were that Fontaine was the city you favoured, that their archon was your friend and the next important person, their Chief Justice, was your spouse. And people of Fontaine was extremely smug and happy about it, happier than they had ever been, at the fact that the Creator wanted to share Their eternity with their Chief Justice, that he was the one who held your affection and love. Neuvilette seemed like he never cared about what people said about him, at least about the Chief Justice part of him. He judged according to the laws, which he soon realized was flawed, and did his reports religiously. To the outside, he was a stern and cold man who could never be tender for another, love them as if he was holding a fragile glass, and wanting to protect his love, their love and smile and everything that made him love that one special person.
Yet, the truth couldn't be further from the truth.
Yes, that unloving and cold part of him was a side he often used to not show how affected he would become after every harsh comment... But only those closest to him, melusines and now you, knew it to be completely fake and that Neuvilette always wanted to do his damn best and even more for his people.
You didn't understand why everyone seemed to make you stay away from him when you first started to wander in the city with him not so behind you. He insisted that he would accompany you (after you begged him to go out for fresh air or else you were about to explode out of boredom and he caved in at your puppy eyes) and introduce the city, knowing very well that the people could be rather instantaneous , rash at the first sight of you and you didn't like sudden moves after the events obviously, so he told you that he would be close enough to intervene if something were to happen and enjoy yourself as much as you can.
But there was one thing he didn't consider that day, one thing you didn't have an idea happening which made you whiplash so suddenly that the melusine you held hands with shrunk and thightened her hand over yours, scared: The obvious distaste of the sweet Melusines, even now, and the man that had been nothing but sweet to you, taking care of you at rough nights and whispered sweet things to you.
Going as far as letting you sleep on the couch in his office after much bickering, him insisting that a divine being such as yourself only deserved silk and the softest of beds Teyvat could offer and you whining out that it was him that you needed as you cuddled up to his long coat with a sweet and sleepy smile.
But you didn't like how people were so against him, so hellbent on making you realize that he wasn't a good choice, that he was made out of cold stone and nothing else.
That he didn't know how to even love.
But...
They didn't know how it was you that he had let himself go, to enjoy the simple side of life.
They didn't know how you would catch him staring at and feeding the otters, which you often affectionately called "mini Neuvi", with the softest and most adorable face he ever had and then flush when you caught him in the middle of his petting session and joined him, crouching down next to him.
They didn't know how his heart pounded at being close to you, witnessing your love and kindness to everything and everyone around you from being close to you and how you often held onto his arm thight as you both strolled around with flushed cheeks, under the teasing eyes of the elders of Fontaine who commented how cute you both looked together and how your eyes shone brighter.
He really wanted to know if it was because of the comments or your happiness for being treated like normal bir he didn't know he would learn it soon...
Or, they didn't know how he wished to wrap his arm around your waist and hold you against himself protectively, as if everyone outside was a life-threatening danger to you.
They didn't know the way he silently loomed close to you but still remained in the shadows, just enough to watch you have fun, and smile wide with his own little one tugging on his lips.
They didn't know that he enjoyed it the most whenever you brought whatever you baked, with one of the melusines behind you walking happily, and brought it to him as a thanks for all he did for you. No one has ever done this much for me, you would say and he had to refrain from taking your chin between his gloved hand and softly wipe that frown away. For you, anything he wanted to say many times but always refrained from doing so but as he gazed at your eyes at the time...
He knew you already knew about what he wanted to say, what he wanted to do as your eyes locked in his amethyst eyes and pink lips, chest to chest and standing so close to each other that your breaths mingled together as you both just... Stared at each other.
And they didn't know how he wanted to kiss you, how much you wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to yourself while messing with his perfectly-done hair... To bask in the happiness only he was able to give you, surrounded by perhaps otters and your sweet "daughters" and just... knowing each other.
They didn't know him like you did.
And they didn't know the sweet melusines like you did either.
And... Well, perhaps, they also didn't know how protective you were of them and the wrath of you was a power to beckon with when challenged.
"Born from Calamity, you say. He brings only devestation and pain to those close to him, you say..." your voice, calm yet still had a hidden threatening tone, was carried by the Wind on your command and towards right into their ears. The group that was talking shit behind your family all stiffened up, knowing that they had the attention of their Creator in the worst way possible.
Little Puca's hand shook between yours, which made your anger skyrocket even more, her eyes scaredly looking around as she shuffled closer to your long clothes and held on for dear life. She knew about the dislike from humans through her older sisters but... she didn't think it was this bad even now after many years.
What had they done wrong, except working hard and waiting for the people's approval?
"Y-Your Grace, w-we didn't mean to-"
"You are telling me that you didn't mean to say my daughters couldn't be trusted because you don't know where they are from, and since my husband loves them so much, in extension, he also couldn't be trusted?" You pushed whatever words this... woman had to say right back into her throat as she shivered from terror at your cold, glimmering eyes that held the universe in them pierced through her harshly and she had nothing else to do except bow in shame and hope to be forgiven...
Wrong move though.
"Do you think of me... perhaps, stupid?" You sneered angrily, stopping in the middle of your sentence in fake thinking with a curious finger tapping your chin as absolute and undeniable horror filled the people.
"N-Never, Your Grace-!"
"Then how dare you lie to my face and talk shit about my family? Who do you think you are?" Your voice rang menacingly all over Fontaine, all the water and even Wind stopping, as those who had been nothing but rude to the melusines cowered in fear and those who always stood on their side smiled proudly. You already heard enough, knew that you had been silent for so long which ended up with your family being hurt far longer than they should have and now, the time was over.
With slow and silent steps, you stood before the woman who lifted her head hopefully to look at your face but soon horror found her at the blank face you gave her with your contrasting soft hands holding her face.
"I have been patient, for you all to realize your mistake and fix it but if this goes on any longer... If I need to inflict fear so that your filthy words wouldn't taint my family... Then so be it."
With your final words, you picked Puca up and craddled her between your arms lovingly, whispering sweet soothing words as you told her how papa must have been worried and that you two had to go and meet with the rest as soon as possible.
As the little melusine rambled about whatever picked her interest that day, the fright from before long forgotten as you listened attentively but soon frowned when you felt the cooling sensation of... water, over your face.
And lo behold, soon after your brief talk, it started to rain softly.
You really hoped that your husband didn't hear the commotion, knowing how much it would hurt his gentle heart to hear the people he swore to protect still treat him and his daughters badly. You knew how... Carole's sacrifice affected him, how he started to not trust people and turn his emotions off because of how painful it was for him.
He was the one who told you this, after another nightmare where he couldn't do anything to protect his family, and sobbed on your chest with his beautiful hair all messy, eyes swollen and red as he begged you to forgive him, still affected by the gruesome sight of your body and his hands covered in large gushes and golden blood. And even then, he was the most beautiful sight you ever laid your eyes on.
But, to your horror, he did hear it.
But cried for an entire different reason.
And not long after, it started to rain... which made you think back to all the times it poured, You stared at the sky with a lovesick smile over your face as you stared at Neuvillette's slightly-shaking back, who thought he hid himself well behind the stone sculpture of yours, already planning to go to his office later to comfort your big baby.
Still thinking back to all the times when your sensitive, lovely and gentle husband who appeared to be cold but was actually the cutest man/dragon alive, cried and made it rain... Feared that he ruined everything once again but you begged to differ.
To you, it was the most beautiful show of his own feelings.
1.He saw a cute otter
"Hello, mini Neuvi! How are you?"
This time of the day was perhaps, the most funny and relaxing one for you. Because, after so much work and paper and also Furina's drama, you really needed to blow off some steam and just enjoy your life. Fontaine was a beautiful nation, but sometimes... You just wished to see other ones from more of a close eye, especially Sumeru.
It has been such a long time that you were starting to forget the beautiful greenery there, and how much you enjoyed hanging out with the others who became your friends quickly.
You definetly didn't miss Cyno's dad-jokes and how the others stared in shock when you snorted at one of them-
But, you were happy with where your life was right now. You were safe, happy, had the cutest animals around you, and then there were the sweet and ever-helpfull melusines who were always at your back and call with pretty much anything and...
There was Neuvillette.
You giddily laughed and put your hair behind your ear shyly, even the mention of the usually composed and calm yet so easily flustered man made your heart burst and dance. You wanted to believe that there was something sparking between you two after the many times you hung out with him, and the many times everyone told you that no, Chief Justice never just "hung out" with people and that this was a first.
Probably what sealed the deal for you, and pretty much everyone, was the way he... very obviously had softened gradually.
It was the subtle way he made sure you were okay, always buying a nicely done bouqet on his way for you and slowly, starting to smile more. People, before you came along, often was scared to talk to him because of his "brooding personality". They thought he was someone hard to talk with, which at first was true. The usually expressionless face he always wore made people stay away, and loose the best kind of companionship they could have had by not trying harder to understand him.
Because, deep down, you saw the longing eyes he gave to the couples in Fontaine or the best friends hanging out together happily. He really wanted to have that too, he just didn't know how and therefore, he was seen as heartless and uncaring for any attachments when it was the most wrong thing he ever could be.
Not that you had any complaints, even if that treatment sometimes saddened you, you were happy that it was you he chose to show that side of him even if it was as a result of... a traumatic experience.
"I brought you, and your whole family the most yummy snacks ever! Made by none other than me!" You shook your head at the thoughts to focus on the cute otters who were swimming where you were simply floating, making excited sounds at seeing both their creator and "mama/dada".
A/N: I just want a horde of melusines and otters in my home, is that too much to ask? 🥲🥹
Giggling at their enthusiasm, you happily followed them around for almost all the afternoon and you couldn't lie, it was the best swimming you ever had, with a worry-free mind and heart.
That was, of course, until you felt a panicked presence close before warm hands (contrasting to the cool water around you) circled your middle and a relieved breath on your ear made goosebumps appear on your skin.
"I was worried, Your Grace... No one has seen you today." Your body relaxed visibly at his rich and soothing voice and slacked back ahainst his chest, his arms thightening around your waist without noticing and inhaling your shampoo deeply with a content smile.
"Oh... Yes, I needed some alone time to myself. I'm sorry if I worried you so much." You sheepishly looked at him while still in his soft embrace and he looked down slightly at your face, crinkled with happiness and then, smiled.
Which, obviously, made your heart stop for a second as you internally gushed at how handsome he was.
"It's okay... I know you can protect yourself. Though I wonder what had taken your attention this much?"
An excited gasp left you when you remembered your children and looked around to see them behind a rock, peeking from the corner to look at you fearfully, unsure if it was safe for them to come out again.
"I came to meet my children! Come on, darlings! He is a friend, you are safe with him!"
Neuvillette widened his eyes at your form who was immediately swarmed with the otters, all clinging onto you as soon as the words left your mouth and he couldn't will his heart to stop pounding his chest at the blissful and motherly smile over your face.
It had been some time that he finally admit his feelings for you, after having a long lecture from Furina and Navia herselves about love, feelings and how a romantic relationship works. They literally forced him to look deeper into his heart and just feel what he feels when he is around you, what he wants to do and wished to happen etc. They already had enough of their favourite ship not sailing yet, Furina just wanted some action and Navia... well, she knew he was a good man now and didn't deserve to be lonely all the time so she was eager to help.
Safe to say, even they were shocked and teary-eyed at how sensitive, sensual and romantic he was when it came to you.
And those feelings only intensified with each passing day, after he was more aware of his body's, the dragon in him's reactions to you and what you did.
And right now, they were purring contently and proudly at watching you interact with your children.
Even the thought of such thing excited him and he had to cough to mask his embrassment when you two... weren't an "item" as Lynette and Lyney used to say while giggling just like any other teenager in Fontaine.
He didn't know what "being an item" meant, this was teenagers after all and their language was weird.
"Come here, mini Neuvi! I know you want this yummy fish snack- Neuvillette, are you okay?"
Well, he definetly didn't expect to hear you call an otter... with his name. He was a mighty dragon, a Sovereign for Celestia's sake, not a small and weak creature!
But as he looked at you swinging the cute otter side to side, pointing at every feature that was very much like him according to you from the blue streaks they had, how they loved swimming, head pats and rolling in the water and how they adored being fed (something he regretted ever telling you about and letting you do it just because he wanted you to do so, that the dragon side of him submitted to you, going as far as letting you pat him and feed him, showing weakness), there was nothing he could do except sigh defeatedly and watch you play with the now horde of them as they all made happy sounds at you.
But really? Did you really have to call the otter between your arms which was cuddling up to you "Mini Neuvi"?
Did you really have to make him blush as he imagined what your supposedly-not-here-yet children might look like as they also cuddled up to your warm embrace, chanting your name?
"Oh My- Neuvillette, there is smoke coming out of you! What the-" your eyes widened at him as you worriedly swam to where he was slightly bent over, hair and hand trying and failing to hide his deep blush and giddy smile as you fussed over him.
Yeah, he had to have better control of his emotions and... bodily reactions from now on.
2. I kissed him under the rain
"As if it wasn't bad already, It's raining again!"
"Ugh, again? There goes my travel plans..."
"I wonder what's wrong with the Hydro Dragon enough to make him cry all the time..."
"This rain is ruining everything-!"
All his life, he listened to and watched people of Fontaine complain about the rain. How it destroyed their shops, how their plans were ruined and how they would surely get sick after this rain... Most of them knew about the Hydro Dragon legend, and as selfish as it might have sounded, he wished people would be at least a little bit worried over him.
Expecting this much wasn't wrong after all, right? He never thought or demanded the people to enjoy rain, he knew it could be a huge hassle to deal with a heavy storm and the mud that came with it.
But never in his eons of life, did he see someone as pecular as you, dancing and laughing under the rain but still held a somewhat thoughtful frown.
"Why are you not running away?"
He blushed at how the question left his mouth so suddenly, turning his head to not look at you as you halted and turned to him with a confused stare but soon grinned like an excited kid.
"Why would I? It's so refreshing and the rain feels nice on my skin!" You couldn't help yourself and jump on a little puddle on the ground and splash water everywhere, gleefully running around as Neuvillette's eyes were trained on you intensely.
He... didn't understand humans most of the times but you? You were another kind of enigma for him as you ran happily and pushed the wet locks of your hair away from your face which usualy irritated most of the women. You were definetly going to get sick, have a runny nose and probably feel fatigued all day... but as you slapped your wet cheeks to make sure all of this was real, and that you were finally here all happy, the sickness that would come after this seemed worthy.
But, Neuvillette had been more silent than you were used to...
Not hearing or seeing any reaction from him, you slowly came to an end in your little game and tilted your head at his expressionless face. "Do you... hate the rain?"
A sudden realization came over at his bashful and solemn face, the downward turn of hisblips and the slight bite he gave to himself. "Oh..."
"Yes..." he muttered under his breath and looked down, eyes brimming with tears and stinging his eyes but hidden by his own wet hair. His face was already flushed from the cold, and perhaps by the sight of your clothes clinging on your body and showing off some of your skin and curves.
Or maybe, the bright yet understanding smile on your face as you tilted your head at him was what made him stop and lift his eyes and stare at you dumbfounded.
And make his own tears pour even harder.
"How can anyone hate the rain?" You asked softly and he knew... He knew you didn't mean just the rain, but himself. He wondered if you were aware of the implication of your words, whether you knew the truth about him or not but frankly enough...
He didn't care.
If it was you who knew, but still didn't say anything, he was fine with his secret out for one more person.
Unaware of his newfound ambition to just "seal the deal" today and finally take the scary yet exciting step into the future, you continued to talk with your hands out in a cupping position, letting the cold rain water collect in the middle of your hands.
"It's a blessing of this world to the people who lives on soil. It is to refresh both us and the soil, the air and the waters so that humans can live. But..." Slowly lowering them down and watching the water run down over your arms, you fiddled with your hands anxiously, contemplating whether it was okay to say what was in your mind since it was a rather sensitive topic for him, with no one else knowing his true identity or name.
You didn't exactly know when you realized it, or whether you knew from the beginning or not but now that you did... Neuvillette wouldn't spend even one more minute alone anymore, you would make sure that he would be happy and loved and would never feel as if he didn't belong anywhere.
But it seemed Neuvillette was very adamant on hearing the rest of your sentence since he took a step towards you and stared down at you with his chest rising up and down rapidly in anticipation, his breath warming your cheeks by both the hotness of it and also the closeness between you two.
"But what?"
You sighed deeply and looked up at the eyes that decorated most of your dreams and daydreams. Confessing feelings have always been hard, it never got easy even if you were in a different world but if you didn't do this... Neuvillette would never do it in fear of making you uncomfortable with himself.
"It saddens me to know that the Hydro Dragon suffers so much, enough to make it flood."
Well, he definetly wasn't expecting this answer.
Out of anything that might have left your lips, what you chose to say amazed him. There was someone worried about him? Well, you weren't necessarily worried about him. After all, you didn't know (and there was no way for it to happen) that he was the Hydro Dragon and also, the one who was sad almost %99 of the time.
He often felt guilty about not being honest to you, when you spoke about most of the things that happened to you or what you used to do in your world before coming here. But the mind was a complicated system, and often showed its ugly side at times like this one.
It screamed at him often that if you were to know the truth, see his true form ... He would see the horror and disgust on your face that usually looked at him so lovingly and softly...
And it would forever break him.
"I think, compared to all the dragons I had ever faced with... He has the most gentle heart ever! But the kindest hearts often suffer the most, I just hope he has someone to care for him." You smiled kindly and knowingly at him with a raise of your brows as you stared at his own wide ones, hoping the usually clueless man would get the meaning behind your words.
And surprisingly enough, he did... He just wasn't sure if he should say something more or not, whether he got the meaning behind right or not.
Surely, you didn't...
"He does... I think he does have someone." He gave a small smile to the slightly parting sky as he looked up and sighed in content. He was glad he had you in his life, after such a long time in solidarity and absolutely no one to understand him. Even when he was just a little hatchling, with seemingly no one to care for him, his tiny heart at that time craved for it as he travelled through this world, all alone...
But never ever imagined to hear those words that left your lips next, as if they were the confirmation he always needed.
"So... Why are you still crying then?" He widened his eyes as he lifted those reddened ones to your face, droplets of salty water still running down his cheeks as amethyst-colored eyes looked at you in wonder, mouth left open in shock in a little "O" shape.
The childish wonder in his eyes made you soften at him as you shuffled closer to him, and even if he was a lot taller than you, he seemed like a fragile and ready-to-cry-at-any-moment little boy as he grasped your hands thightly that was holding his face delicately, scared that this was all his imagination which would perish as soon as he woke up and he would be left staring at his ceiling with empty eyes.
Your heart burst with love at seeing his face, body shivering from anxiety and cold together as he trembled under your touch but still seeked your comfort and warmth. He nudged your palm with a small smile, content and relaxed for the first time since he no longer needed to hide from you. He sighed onto your hands, your finger tips lightly touching his strand of white hair, swiping them away from his forehead as he leant down to your height and leaned his forehead on yours. Closing his eyes tiredly, he leant his body weight on yours but it didn't bother you and neither was it hard for you to hold him up by hugging his waist...
And he purred, placing a wide and teary smile over your face.
He finally trusts me...
"Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don't cry... Even if you look pretty while doing so." You teased him softly ( there was true honesty to your words anyways), with adoration evident on your tone as you almost sung those phrases he sometimes heard children say. Your hands rubbed his back softly, drawing circles as the rain started to lower down and tiny specks of light shone on you both.
You sighed out and buried your face to his neck, cheeks smushing on his shoulder as your arms thightened around him as if to shield him from any more harm.
And, the most joyous thing was... He let you. He squeezed your back with equal force and buried his face to your neck, with his lips tingling painfully just to lay a soft and loving kiss there.
Just as many times you affectionately kissed his forehead with praises spilling from your mouth.
"Just as you promised a lot of times... I'll do everything in my power to make you happy, Neuvillette. That is, if you ha-" your hand was idly patting and going through his locks softly, hand scraping along his scalp as your murmurs hit and was absorbed by his greedy skin as he soaked it all up even in the middle of his shock.
How can you even ask such a question when he was ready to give his life for you?
"Yes..." he was already overwhelmed enough with love, and with each word passing your lips... The reality of the situation you two were in had settled.
Finally... Finally, he had you.
His arms thightened around you, voice shaking as if he was the most afraid he ever had been."Please... Don't leave. I don't know if I can live again without you... now that I had a taste of your love and warmth."
You were shocked to hear such a declaration, so passionate yet calm, just like Neuvillette himself. You slightly parted from him to look at his face, knowing his eyes would never betray his words but he was making it difficult by clinging onto you more.
"Is it-" you started anxiously, fearing that it was because of the connection between the Sovereign and the Creator when a scoff left him, nose scrunched up as if you just said the most weird and offensive thing ever known to a man.
"No, It's because you are Y/N... You are the one I love."
And what else of a reason you would need, when he craddled your face so gently and stroked your chin before slowly diving down and kissing you sweetly under the soft rain as the time stopped for you two, and the nature all around Teyvat blossomed and shone with power?
3. I fainted because he was too cute and handsome, especially when he smiled
"You are so handsome when you smile..."
Now, Neuvillette was used to the way you abruptly threw praises and sweet words at hım throughout the day. Sometimes they were agressive as you squeezed his cheeks together and made hım stare in your eyes while you doted on him.
But this one... This one was new, and he wasn't ready to hear it yet.
At least, fast enough to cover his reactions to save himself from more teasing from you.
"Thank you, my love... Though it couldn't compete with your-" he coughed out as his tail swinged happily behind him, internally cursing himself for deciding to use his hybrid form since you begged him that it would only be the two of you in his office and that you wouldn't let anyone enter without asking first.
And he was a fool in love anyways, who always became weak in the knees whenever you asked for something.
Besides, he couldn't lie: Upholding his human form for so long made him itchy and he was really enjoying as you patted and scratched his tail and scales as his very long tail was wrapped around your waist possessively.
"It's so bright and mesmerizing that it brightened my next eternal life for good...." You were brushing his hair and styling it into a high ponytail just because you thought it would suit him, so focused on your task that you didn't realize how his whole body bibrated because of his content and loud purr...
Which soon made you lean over his left shoulder and stare at his face with a loving and teasing smile.
And there it was, the fierce blush that often coated his handsome face whenever you blurted out your intrusive thoughts...
He blinked several times while looking at you with wide eyes, his heart making flips then stopping and doing it once again which made you snort and lean back on the plush chair you pulled behind his own table...
And soon, very soon, his whole face (and you were sure even his chest) was covered in the reddest red ever known as he stumbled over his own words while slightly trembling.
It was cute... But was it normal for him to tremble?
"Neuvillette? Are you... Did I say something out of-" you slightly raised from the chair while holding the handles and put the brush away, ready to assist him when he suddenly shouted out with an embrassed laugh.
"N-No, not at all! I'm fine, better than I've ever been actually!"
He would never dare to make the same mistake he once did when he reacted to your sweet and definetly distracting words. It was bad enough now that it was becoming harder to control himself...
Maybe, you would be down to the idea of a nightly swimming date?
4. I told him what happened to me and he made the city overflow
"Aaand, that's pretty much it... I already forgave them all but... I think I would never forget it."
Talking about what had happened in all the lives you lived, considering all the religious and cult-like trauma, was something hard to do. Especially since it was still a fresh wound that kept opening again and again at the sight of the Archons in your daily life. They still showed themselves to you from time to time, begging for your forgiveness even though Neuvillette himself almost headbutted with the ex-Geo Archon himself, another fellow dragon who was not as strong as him.
Even though you told them that you put all of that in your past, that you forgave them... They just didn't seem satisfied. They wanted to be closer to you, hang out with you and bask in your warmth as well.
Much like a certain someone, who was deadly serious about not leaving you alone with them for more than a few minutes.
But, could anyone really blame him? You were his treasure, his everything, the one he patiently waited for years without straying from his logic.
His soulmate that he never though he had, or could have. You were kind and loving and generous, and him... awkward about most of the things that concerned human nature, clueless, broken and rough around the edges. He, even now, never actually believed he could make you happy like you deserved while having all these flaws, especially whenever those Archons spoke of all the flaws he had and how he wasn't enough... But as you stared up at him any time he got into one of these moods, held his face and kissed his frown and worries away with little whispers of your love, he knew why he was still alive and had to fight for another day.
He spent lonely years by himself with his heart in agony, listening to it crying for the real home for him... And now that he had it, he learnt all the terrible things they did to You, how they all refused to lend a helping hand to someone in need of it without adding the fact that it was the Creator, and everyone expected him to be fine with it?
Hell no.
He just... couldn't wrap his mind around it. How could they, he thought bitterly as you leaned your head to his shoulder innocently, watching the moon shine outside and reflect the light on both of you. Your hand timidly reached out to his, smaller fingers wrapping around his much bigger ones as if you knew very well the emotional turmoil he was in to comfort him though it was him who was supposed to do that for you.
And it made him even more guilty as he leant his head on your own, as selfish as it seemed to him for seeking such thing from you at your vulnerable state.
How could they almost destroy such a cheerful, happy and kind person? Our Creator?... My love?
You were always the sunshine of wherever you entered, an eye-catching presence in the usually gloomy and calm City of Fontaine. Even when you first came, before seeking refugee and begging Furina to listen to you... You were still kind enough to stop and help a child find her mother, help a lost melusine out ( you later learnt it was Puca, who would grow on you later when she re-approached you with a necklace of sea-shells and offered them to you timidly), and even bring joy to the water in their city so much so that there wasn't a stormy or gloomy day ever. And that was enough for everyone, alongside the golden scars across your arms, that you were their true Creator.
Besides, Neuvillette didn't have to listen to what Furina had to say, the primal dragon in him was already roaring, growling and trashing inside at the other stupid Archons who dared to touch you, to hurt you. How could they, it yelled in his mind often as the loyal dragon it is to the Creator, connected with a deep sense of loyalty and... love. That dragon side of him purred loudly and softly whenever you seeked him amongst a crowd, or simply sitting with him.
The fact that it was him who you felt safe with made both him and the dragon proud and happy, so much so that if he could use his half-hybrid form, which he was already doing it a lot thanks to you, his tail would be flicking back and forth much like a puppy.
He might not be the best with emotions, with them being especially more complicated with humans and all. He might have not understood what pain, heartbreak and even anger meant but there was one thing clear:
Something in his chest broke so wildly, so loudly and stung his heart so harshly at the sight of your tears that the air in his lungs were punched, and made him silently choke on his own tears.
"Never will you ever feel scared, unsafe and unloved, Your Grace... I will make sure of it." He gently craddled your face between his much larger and slightly calloused, naked hands after finally, finally finding his voice back even if it left his lips in a raspy and wavering way with arms squuezing your body thightly. But you didn't mind it, all you could ever need was here anyways...
Except...
"Not that..." he hummed in confusion with a tilt of his head, the blue streaks of his hair tickling your face softly as you giggled and buried yourself deeper to his chest.
"I don't like it when you call me that..."
"Then what would you like me to call you, my love?" You grinned with joy as you bonked your head with his, another affectionate yet cute gesture he learnt you did whenever you were full of excitement and love. Trying to be silent, so that your army of daughters didn't wake up from next doors, you pushed him on the bed you two shared, hand on his sturdy chest as you stared down at his flushed cheeks and flustered eyes at your sudden dominance.
What a sight it was to have the ever stoic Chief Justice, the Hydro Sovereign under your mercy like this, all pretty and yours...
"I like that one better actually. Can you say it again?" You tilted your head cutely with a smile, your sadness from before long forgotten as his eyes softened at you from below you,happy that he was at least able to do that for you. His hand slowly trailed up your waist, to your back and softly craddled your face with his naked hands, hands rubbing your cheeks oh so lovingly as he uttered those sweet names to you slowly, with no rush at all with closed eyes and a loving smile.
"My love..."
"Again..." you breath got caught in your throat as the sudden rush of love and safety overwhelmed you, the man you loved from the beginning uttering and declaring his love to your skin was both too much and not enough.
Not when you unforfunately were deprived of such thing in both worlds.
More, more, I need to hear it more...
"my precious, most beautiful and one and only love..." he slowly pushed himself up on his elbow with the help of his hand on the bed, thightly holding your neck with a promise on his tongue. He was an ancient being with even more ancient thoughts on courting and loving someone. If a dragon loved someone, and devoted themselves to that person once... That was it. No more turning back, no more being lonely, no more suffering. The dragon would make sure their mate was well-fed, safe and happy with them and that no harm would ever come to them ever again, even if the dragon died.
And that dragon side of him was insperable from him after all and therefore, he was eternally yours to have, to be your sworn protector.
Those who treats his family badly would suffer the worst consequence ever...
But for now, he would only kiss your tears away, run his hands across every single scar that told another story and was left unhealed for so long.
I'll fight with everything, move the whole Teyvat upside down and rip through everyone with sharp and protective claws who dared to hurt you and take you away from him.
Not when I had been waiting for you for millenias and just now had you.
"My treasure... You are not alone. You will have me for as long as you want."
He wanted to say everything his heart desired to do but right now, at this vulnerable moment for you as you both laid naked... This was enough.
His arms around you thight was enough.
His deep voice declaring his absolute adoration and devotion to you, bringing you close to tears was enough.
The soft raining outside, making a knowing smile appear on your adorable face smushed to his chest was enough.
Your loving kiss right where his heart was enough.
He and his love was enough.
That is until he learnt in the morning that he accidently made the city overflow deep at night while crying silently to himself for you, thinking you were asleep, but bury himself deep in the sheets while you laughed at hım first thing in the morning and he almost cried tears of frustration at you again.
5. I love him
He gave his true name.
Slowly, very timidly, he brought his hand closer to yours on his face and took a hold of the softness of it with his own glowed hands. This was one of the things he loved to do the most, caressing your hands and rubbing the tips of your finger before kissing every inch of it, showing them the love no one did and could never do.
Not when your heart, skin, body and soul only knew him.
To him, your hands were divine in more than one way. They created life and helped people around, they were what patted the head of the young ones, what helped a little babe who fell on their bum and looked at you with glossy eyes, they were what showed your kindness and love to everyone and everything even after all they did, ever the unworthy ones of such love...
They were what you used to comfort him with your warmth, at long and painful nights as the sky roared with thunders and rain and he was guilt-striken at the thought of people judging him and uttering harsh words to the "Hydro Dragon".
Those were the especially hardest nights for him, marred with the images of you and his "daughters" injured and dying... His mind screaming, torturing with those images and the painful screams, mocking him for not being enough, powerful enough to save those closest to hım as everything drowned him.
Not enough...
You couldn't even save the one you love...
Failure...
Their deaths are on you-
It's okay not to be okay, my love...
But your soft voice, laced with utter devotion and love for him, was always what made it all better as he laid across your chest and hugged you thightly while your hands played with his silky locks. Sometimes, he wondered if you were reading his mind since you always knew when he was down. It was absolutely amazing yet, you were amazing too.
With ot without being the Creator.
Much like the first time he knew his every being now belongt to you, that his heart had fallen for you beyond your title, because you trully loved him for who he was, it fell again and again even more with each passing day.
His heart fell even deeper in love whenever you shyly entered his office to have a hug before dealing with the problems of Teyvat and other realms, saying that his hugs were really relaxing to which he silently teared up, brought him food and ate with hım since he forgot to eat regularly which pissed you off and he would make it up to you by kissing you, whenever you excitedly pointed to a place to have a sudden date with him while strolling in the Fontaine...
And therefore, the last thing he would give to you... would be the sign and show of his utter loyalty and trust.
Himself and his true name, as he proposed to be yours for eternity.
"Will you accept someone like me to be your eternity, Your Grace?"
With happy tears in your eyes as you nodded and jumped on him, which made him fall back on his ass and laugh freely he kissed every part of your body and uttered öne last thank you.
"Thank you for loving me no matter what..."
A soft laugh as you looked up towards the sky which had a soft rain under bright sun, a great show of the feelings Neuvillette was feeling, you kissed him deep once more, much like the first time you kissed.
"Thank you for being you, for letting me love you, my husband... I love you." You nuzzled closer to him with a wide grin as you both laughed while he twirled you happily as the melusines cheered and cried in joy, the waters around you two bursting up towards the sky and creating a feast for eyes with bright colors.
The people cheered in the distance, made new offerings to you and your new husband in happiness and gratitude for being able to witness this day...
But all you needed, all your eyes would see and all your heart would feel was right between your arms... In the form of the Hydro Dragon Sovereign, with pretty amethyst eyes that reflected you and gave you hope when you almost lost it and soft hairs of blue and pearly white that was entangled between your fingers as your lips found his passionately.
